(This Poem was composed by a fourth year high school classmate, Rey Baquirin, whom classmates called the "walking encyclopedia" back in 1969. I liked it so much that i adopted it as my own, with Rey's permission. Three years later, a colleague in UP Baguio...intimated that she, whom i shall call Shanti Devi, had fallen head over heals in love with my classmate...I gave her the poem...saying that it was written by Rey. The poem reached its intended recipient after three years. Shanti was my closest friend in college. We used to walk in Burnham Park, while she was singing "Vincent.")
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," they say...
and so i hope.
For if your heart finds that you care a little,
you'll care more,
as much as i care in my being's core.
And then, though out of sight,
not out of mind am i,
and i'd be happy, even though sway.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," they say...
and so i hope.
For if your heart finds that you care a little,
you'll care more,
as much as i care in my being's core.
And then, though out of sight,
not out of mind am i,
and i'd be happy, even though sway.
